At the beginning, I was blackened by the decapitated body

Chapter 83 This good show has begun!two! (Second update! Ask for a monthly ticket and subscribe!)
"Disciple Yang Fan, I have met the Suzerain!"

Yang Fan knelt and climbed out from the crowd of Demon Soul Sect, and said respectfully to the old man who appeared.

"It's you who killed Tian Jianshan Wuming?"

The old man looked at Yang Fan who was kneeling below, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Boy, do you know the fate of cheating the old man?"

Yang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, heard the old man's words, his body trembling with fright.

"Back to the suzerain, although the disciple didn't kill Jianshan Wuming that day, but the disciple watched Jianshan Wuming die that day."

The old man floating in the air narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard Yang Fan's words.

Yang Fan could feel the murderous intent hanging over him. After he finished speaking, the old man didn't reply.

Yang Fan knelt on the ground, directly took out the blood-colored long sword and Wusheng sword in the storage ring, put it in his hand, raised his hands high, held the Wusheng sword in his hand and said hurriedly: "Sect Master, this is Tianjianshan The nameless saber. I accidentally found a small valley in our Xiehun Ridge. The small valley is extremely terrifying, full of poisonous gas and monsters."

After Yang Fan finished explaining, the old man listened to Yang Fan's words, and his eyes gradually brightened.

Looking down at Yang Fan who was kneeling there, holding Wusheng Sword in his hands, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

With a sound of "swish", the Wusheng sword held in Yang Fan's hand was directly sucked into the hand of the old man.

"That's right, it's the Wusheng Sword, a half-step sacred weapon."

The old man put the long sword in Yang Fan's hand into his hand, looked at the bloody long sword in his hand, and ignored Yang Fan.

This action made Yang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, feel even more fear and panic.

As for the core disciples of the Demon Soul Sect who were kneeling aside, they all lowered their heads, gloating about their misfortune.

"Yang Fan, right?"

The old man landed from the sky, came directly in front of Yang Fan, and looked at him.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Yang Fan trembled a little when he heard the words of the head of the Demon Soul Sect.

"Is it still called suzerain?"

Yang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, heard the old man's words, and felt that his head seemed to be unable to function.

"Uh, it's not called the suzerain, what is it called?"

When the old man heard Yang Fan's words, a smile appeared on his face.

"Stupid boy, shouldn't I be called old man, master?"

Yang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, heard the old man's words, his eyes were full of surprise.

Before, I thought I was going to be over, but now it seems that everything has turned around.

"Disciple Yang Fan, pay homage to Master!"

Yang Fan knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the old man.

"Get up!"

When Yang Fan heard the old man's words, he stood up straight away and looked at the old man standing in front of him with excitement.

"This is a gift from the teacher to you!"

After the old man of Demon Soul Sect finished speaking, he directly handed the Wusheng Sword that he had taken from Yang Fan's hand to Yang Fan's.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Fan took over the bloody long sword from the old man's hand with excitement and excitement on his face, the lifeless sword!
"Master, I have helped you erase the hidden divine sense in this sword! From now on, you can use this blood sword with confidence."

The old man looked at Yang Fan standing in front of him, and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Well, as a master, it is impossible for a teacher to give you this long sword. Although this magic weapon, the Wrathful Soul Banner cannot be compared with this half-step sacred weapon, the Wusheng Sword. However, this Wraith Soul Banner is comparable to The Inanimate Sword in your hand is very useful. After all, there are tens of thousands of resentful souls above the foundation building in this resentful soul banner. Take it to recognize the master and help you refine it as a teacher. From then on, unless Xuan Xuan Above the heavens, otherwise, no one can kill you, and you have the means to save your life."

When Yang Fan heard the old man's words, his face was full of excitement and excitement: "Thank you, Master!"

Yang Fan took the wronged soul banner given to him by the old man, and directly confessed the master with blood.

Afterwards, the old man reached out and touched Yang Fan's eyebrows, and a gray imprint was taken out from Yang Fan's eyebrows, and reflected in the banner of grievances.

This gray imprint is just a trace of the old man's soul extracted from Yang Fan's soul, forming an imprint, so that Yang Fan can completely control the wronged soul banner.

From here, it can also be seen that the master of the Demon Soul Sect really regards Yang Fan as his disciple.

After all, although the strength and talent of this child is not as good as that of Wudao.

However, there is a power in this child that is more terrifying than that Wudao and Jianshan Wuming that day.

That is, luck!

this thing.I don't know why.

However, those with great luck are destined not to fall easily.

Moreover, the subsequent achievements are extraordinary.

No matter which ones in the Lingyun Realm break through the air and rise into the Xuantian Realm, they must all have great luck.

There is such a thing in this child.

Otherwise, why did they go up and down in the Demon Soul Sect to search for the fairy tomb that they couldn't find in Xiehun Ridge for almost a month, but was found by this child.

The small valley he mentioned is absolutely the same as what was recorded in the jade slip. That small valley is the remains of the fairy tomb.

There is also the Wusheng sword in the child's hand, and watching Jianshan Wuming being swallowed by the monster snake in the valley that day.

As he said, since Jianshan Wuming discovered his existence that day, it is absolutely impossible for the monster snakes in the valley not to discover the existence of this guy.

Since he was discovered and did not swallow him, this kid definitely has great luck.

So, after he figured this out, he immediately planned to accept him as a closed disciple.

The more I look at this little guy now, the more I love him.

"This is the token of being a teacher. In Demon Soul Sect, you cannot order except those Tianjiao and Supreme Elders. For the rest, no one dares to disrespect you!"

The head of the Demon Soul Sect directly handed Yang Fan a black token, with no decorations on it except for a big "soul".

"This token seals this unjust soul at the peak of the Mahayana realm so that it can be subdued by the old man. Don't release it unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, every time you release an unjust soul, you need your spirit Blood feeding. With your current cultivation base, if you summon this wronged soul three times, you will be unconscious and become a lamb to be slaughtered, understand?"

The master of Demon Soul Sect said this, stretched out his half-solid and half-empty old hand, and stroked Yang Fan's head.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Fan tremblingly took the pitch-black token handed to him by the old man, his eyes flushed.

"After you enter the Heavenly Hidden Realm, you will be able to use it more. Of course, if you want to fully control the Demon Soul Token, you still need to enter the late stage of the Xuantian Realm to fully control it."

The head of the Demon Soul Sect looked at Yang Fan standing in front of him, and a smile flashed in his old eyes.

　Three days off, three shifts will be updated from time to time during these three days, at least two shifts, moving from the south to the northeast, looking for a house, renting a house, and then packing up the mailed clothes and sundries in the new house, exhausted!
　　
　
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